The headquarters of The Last Alliance were located in an old storefront that had seen better days. It wasn't much, but it was all Penny could afford. The young witch was dressed in a t-Shirt and jeans. She looked around at the small supernatural gathering. [i]Gonna need a lot of work, but this has some potential.[/i]

"I'm Penny Martin. You're probably wondering why I called you here.  The truth is simple: Mortals are in danger, here and on dozens of other planes. Danger from supernatural beings they refuse to acknowledge exist. Yet we know, and we will protect them. It's not going to be a glorious job. They aren't going to thank us, or even realize what we've done for them.

So, who's in?"